On chicken pox

My little buddy is sick.

OK, let's back track a little: I have been having visitors from Indonesia (it's this couple I know from uni and their two children - 5 yo and 10 mo) these past 2 weeks.

Late two nights ago, I phoned my friends at their hotel to check in on them and see what fun activities we shall tackle on Thursday and Friday when Auntie Taiko Tari was taking her day off.
Everything seems to be fine except that the 5 yo boy was having a fever and was already sleeping. We agreed to wait one night and see if he needs to visit a doctor.

The following morning I received a call in the morning to notify that the boy's fever had gone down, but he seemed to have developed a few reddish spots all over his body.
The problem was, they're supposed to be jumping on a plane to go back to Jakarta on Saturday - none of us were entirely sure if he'd be allowed in the plane.
For once and for all, we went to the hospital to see what the final verdict would be.

At the hospital we were met by the doctor. He asked all health questions related to the boy:

"Any fever this morning?"

"Any diarrhea?"

"Any vomit?"

"Any other symptoms?"

"OK, let me have a look into his mouth."

When he pulled out his flashlights and scalpel-looking tool, the boy went ballistic. "I DON'T WANT ANESTHESIA!!!"
Nothing we could say could calm him down. I really don't blame him, getting sick in a completely foreign country while on vacation is one thing, but getting examined by a doctor with strange tools and spoke a completely different language is a completely different matter.

After struggling for a few minutes, the doctor gave up and proclaimed, "Yep, it's chicken pox."

So, the boy is now forbidden to fly home tomorrow. The poor lad and his family need to extend their stay another week. We are now searching for ways to camouflage his pox and smuggle him into the airplane, but maybe it's safer just to stay a few more days for everyone at stake.

Get well soon, Little One!